"No Condom For Me!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

After the Fornication party, I walked back to my car elated.  I was in a terrific mood and the sex, rather than tiring me, energized me.  I drove back to Michigan.  Three hours of re-living the men I had just fucked.  I fell into bed and that’s when sleep hit me.  I barely stirred all night.

I deliberately didn’t do anything sexual for a couple of days.  I needed to let things settle.  I did mundane things like the dentist.  And laundry.  I reported selected details about my IML adventures to my brother.  Otherwise, I ate and read and slept. 

But by Friday, after three days of nothing to do with him, my dick woke me up with a raging hard on and the clear message he was ready for another outing.  I did morning chores, ate lunch early and ventured back to my usual bookstore that afternoon…

 

The parking lot is all but empty.  Friday afternoons have been a good day in the past.  I decide that maybe I’m early.  I go in.  There are two men here.  One, in a ball cap, nods to me.  The other, on his phone, never looks up.  Ever.  I nod back to the guy who, in the dim light, looks to be late 30’s.  He’s kept in shape, too.

I sit in my usual chair and pull out my hardening cock.  I stroke to the porn.  Ball Cap decides to take out his dick, too.  His hand covers his dick, as he beats it.

The door opens.  Gym Dude, the guy who can take such a tremendous throat fucking, comes in.  He sees me and sits down right next to me.  He takes out his thick cock and his right hand gets busy, but his left hand is now stroking me.  Ball Cap is not discouraged.  He is stimulated to stroke faster.

Gym Dude’s hand feels good.  But I want his mouth.  And say so.  He reminds me he can’t kneel—so I stand up.  I slap his face with my wet cock.  Ball Cap is galvanized into beating his own meat at an even faster tempo.  I plunge into Gym Dude’s slightly open mouth.  I make him take my entire length on the first stroke.  He chokes (on purpose) squeezing my dick deep in his throat.  I pull back, keeping my dripping head in his mouth.  His tongue is all over me. 

I let him take charge.  He licks.  He pulls off my cock and spits on it and tongues up all that saliva.  He takes me to the root again.  I fuck the last quarter inch into him.  This time he chokes and he’s not doing it on purpose.  I give him air—and let him continue to pleasure himself on my cock—right along with all the pleasure he’s giving me.

Now, I close my eyes and let him work.  Almost without realizing it, I begin a slow pump into his mouth.  He ovals big.  When I realize what I’m doing, I grab the sides of his head and begin a blistering throat fuck.  When I finally pull out, I am rewarded with long, thick stands of spittle connecting his mouth and my cock.  I wrap them around my shaft and push into his mouth again.  After another throat attack, he asks for a break.

I sit down.  I use his spit as lube and stroke.  He digs for his phone.  He flips through it and shows me a picture. 

Well, fuck.  How had I missed this??  Gym Dude is the guy who brought his girlfriend into the old theatre set up and dared her to see if I would fit inside her.  (I did, though a tight fit.) His new, more active dealings with men, totally clouded that connection for me.  But here he is showing me his cock inside her—and telling me he wants the three of us together again.

He shows me more, very explicit pics.  The best is a massive load covering the young woman’s privates.  “This big guy shot all over her after the fuck and made me clean her up,” he whispers.  His cock is fully erect and quivering.  With barely a moment for the change of thought, he says “I am so horny today—will you fuck me?”

I nod.  He reminds me he wants it covered.  That’s fine by me as I am guessing he wouldn’t clean out for an impromptu visit here.  I rubber up as he strips.  “Don’t stop, even if I beg you to, until I’ve shot.”

I agree and lube the Magnum.  He bends, hands on the chair seat, jutting his hairy ass in my direction.  I split open his pucker.  He’s tight—but he takes it.  The moment I’m in him his cock gets rock hard.  He begins beating it.  Twice as fast I’m stroking into him.

It won’t take long.  He is breathing fast.  “I can’t take it!” he moans.  I push into him harder—and be blasts his load all over the floor.  He twists his hips off of me—just as I’m pulling out.  He is panting and trying to catch his breath.  I look down and am thrilled I had a condom on.  I peel it off carefully—no mess on me, but I go wash anyway.

He is dressed and waiting for the restroom as I come out.  He pats my shoulder, goes in and locks the door.

I sit back down.

The guy on his phone is still on it.  Did he ever look up?  I doubt it.  He may not have cared, but Ball Cap is excited.  He comes over and sits in the chair vacated by Gym Dude.

“You really love to fuck,” he whispers.

“I do.”

I can see him better now.  He is certainly not in his 30’s as I thought earlier when he was across the dark room, but likely a very well preserved 50.  

He stops stroking his fairly average dick.  “Do you have the energy to fuck me, too?”

“I do.”

“And no condom for me—I know how to clean.”

“Even better…”

We aren’t wasting time. The guy is on his feet and stripping.  He’s in good shape.  He bends; his smooth butt offers a nice change.  I surprise him with some rimming.

“Damn, that feels good…”

He jerks a little more but stops himself as I stand up.  I am lubed and ready.  I slide in.  This guy is talented.  He squeezes down on me in welcome and lets up so I can thrust in ease.  He pants.  He does poppers and begins to jerk himself again as I begin to fuck.  His ass is milking me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck me.”

I slap his ass in appreciation.  He groans again.  I am actually pretty close his ass is so accommodating.

“I want to feel you shoot,” he moans.

I fuck harder.

“When did you cum last?” he murmurs.

“Monday…”

“Yummm…a three-day load…”

I pick up the pace some more.  His being so verbal is really doing it for me.

“Give me the load he didn’t want,” he hisses.

That does it.  I am firing into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold his smooth hips a long time, emptying my balls deep in his ass.  I pull out slowly, enchanted by the trickle of cum that begins to ooze from his once tight pucker…

IML 2025: Final Thoughts

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IML 2025 Fornication Party: The Moist and Sticky Conclusion

 Chicago—May, 2025

 

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I go to my knees and eat his well fucked ass.  Fuck, this guy is wetter than the young man on the table.  I lick and spit and make him wetter yet.  I rear up and slide in.  The guy begins to pant. His arm goes out to his side, using the sofa for more balance.  There is a lit bicep band on it.  I look more closely and realize I am fucking Matt Coven.  And I thought he’d be topping all evening...

He pushes back on me, eager to take every last inch.  It’s my turn to groan.  But it makes me fuck him harder…which is just what he wants…

I keep drilling him until I need to catch my breath.  I pull out and go to my knees, cleaning up his wet ass for the next fucker.  When I stand up, I thank him and he laughs.  He moves on to a twinkish young man.  Matt leans him on the couch back and begins to plow his hole.

I turn.  One of the guys who sucked me back-to-back right after my first Keshawn fuck is standing there. 

“That was Matt Coven, wasn’t it?” he says quietly, right in my ear. 

I nod.

“I’d love to eat his ass like you just did.”

“Go for it, I’m sure he’d let you.”

The man shakes his head.  “I couldn’t ask him that…he’d expect me to fuck him.  I’m just an oral guy.”

I smile at him.  “Then taste his ass on my cock.”

He gasps—and then gives me a huge grin as he goes to his knees.  He pleasures himself as he sucks my wet dick.  He licks my shaft, my balls, my drooling head.  He can’t get enough; he keeps going and going. There is a moment that I wonder if he just shot his load, but I can’t be sure.  Eventually, he stands up, rather shakily, and thanks me profusely before heading to the bar.

I sit on one of the benches in the back corner.  I take a long sip of water.  Keshawn finds me.  He leads me to the sling and I fuck his ass again.  I am sure he’s taken some loads.

“Three,” he confirms.

I fuck him harder, really churning the other men’s cum.  I am more than happy to go to my knees and clean up the frothy mess, before another interested top takes over.

I wander.  I see two men waiting at another sling as a third is fucking the man in it.  I figure out why their waiting—it’s Sean Harding taking the fuck.  I stay to watch.  The first guy moves on.  The next man pushes his hard cock into Sean.  He fucks him for a few minutes.  Really hard and deep.  He pulls out and the third guy goes up.  This guy loses his load in Sean as soon as he slides in.  He pulls out, sheepishly, but satisfied.  I’m next.  I go to my knees and clean up the cum leaking from that hot ass.  I spit some on my cock and fuck it into him.  Sean is in a state of bliss.  He moans.  I fuck his creamy hole.  Long and slow.  Loving the wet sound my cock makes inside him.  I stop only when I sense there is a man behind me who wants a turn.

I go back to the corner.  The young man is still on the table.  He’s begun taking loads, too as the evening wears on.  There are two men waiting so I move to an older Black man leaning on the other end of the same table.  His bubble butt of an ass is jutting out and being filled by a hot muscle guy, also Black, and likely 10 years younger.  Muscle Top nods to me.  “You like creamy hole?” he asks.

I nod.  He pulls out and tells me to fuck the guy.  I push in.  The guy is incredibly wet and slick.  I fuck him.  Muscle Top stays to watch.  I offer him the ass again.  He takes it.  He loves that I clean his dick of stray cum before I fuck the ebony ass once more.  When I pull out, I am thrilled he licks the anonymous cum off me…

*

I find a cub on a rather rickety fuck bench.  I have had him here before.  I fuck him again.

I watch Rick Kelson across the room.  The man has topped as much as I have all night, each time with a fuck of considerable force.  I go over to get a better look.  One of the bottoms waiting for Rick, bends for me, right next to the man Rick is fucking.  I fuck him and watch Rick fuck.  I have seen other tops take Rick orally tonight, but he has a backlog of men to fuck.  I leave him to it.

I go back to the back table and the young man who’s been there all night.  He has a heavily tatted Latino up him currently.  Matt Coven is also here, plowing into a muscle guy.  I am glad to just watch the two men fuck.  Matt sees me as he pulls out.  I step in, and he juts his ass out towards me.  I fuck him.  The muscle guy he was doing stays to watch me fuck the man who was destroying his hole.  I fuck Matt just as hard as he was fucking the muscle guy.

I pull out.  The muscle guy offers his ass.  I fuck it as Matt moves to take over from the tatted Latino.  I fuck the muscle guy until Matt pulls out of the young man.  I go over.  Matt has left a frothing mess of other men’s cum dripping out of that hot ass.  I go to my knees and clean the young man up.  He recognizes my tongue and moans how good it feels.  I stand up with a mouthful of cum.  I bend over him and he opens wide.  I drool out the mixed loads so he can taste them, too.  He swallows.  His eyes roll back in his head as my cock find it’s way into his slick ass.

“Breed me, daddy.  I want your cum so bad…”

I speed up the fuck.  I could easily drop the load.  But there is also another hour of the party…I hold on to it.  I do clean up his hole when I pull out and snowball all the stray cum to him.  I tell him I will see him later…

*

Keshawn finds me on the way back from getting another bottle of water.  The only sling available is the low one.  He hops in and I kneel.  He’s taken more loads.  I lap at the viscid droplets oozing out of him.  I stand up, spitting some of the cum from my mouth onto my cock.  I push into him, balls deep.  He is rock hard and stroking.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Keshawn is close.  I know that look in his eyes.  His hand is pounding his massive cock. “I’m gonna shoot…” he moans.

I speed up the fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping his full butt fills the space.  He moans once more and begins to spurt all over himself.  It is a huge, pent-up load.  I mop some up, pull out and coat my cock with it.  My cock slips inside him one last time, coating his insides with his own jizz…

*

Three fucks later, I now think about cumming and going home.  I go to the table.  The young man I have visited repeatedly is gone.  I’ve missed my opportunity there.  The crowd is slowly dispersing.  Then I see Matt Coven.  He is on his back on a sofa.  A tall, lean top, with a long, curved dick is fucking him.  I have been around this top a number of times.  I even cleaned his cock once, relishing his large foreskin.  And here he is about to breed Matt.  I watch and stroke.  In moments, he shoots deep inside Matt.  He kisses him and takes off.

Matt sees me and stands up.  He bends against the sofa back.

“You up for another load?” I ask, I hope rhetorically.

Matt moans for an answer.  I lick his hole for the briefest moment.  I stand up and sink into his ass.  Men have been using him a lot tonight.  His ass is super wet with cum.  It is going to take me no time at all.  I fuck.  I speed up.  I am so damn close.  And I am there.  I grab his hips and hold on as my balls empty into this hot man…

IML 2025 Fornication Party: Fucking Wet Holes

 Chicago—May, 2025

I had a lazy Monday morning at Seth’s after the three-way the night before.  I packed up the sling and rimseat and got them in the car.  I drove back to the northside for a big brunch.  Afterward, I napped a little in my car.  I had found free parking once again, within easy walking distance of the Fornication Party.

I arrived at the hidden entrance, just before the start time at 5pm.  The venue is a straight BDSM club—that also rents out the space for private parties such as Fornication or the Chicago fisting group.  My fuckbud, Keshawn, was already in line.  His birthday had been just a few weeks ago.  We had agreed that I would be giving him his birthday fucks here tonight.  We hugged.

The doors opened.   I was about the 10^th man in.  My Frequent Fornicator card was punched—and it is now full.  The next party in Chicago will be free.  I stripped to boots, yellow jock, wrist band and a leather vest my brother gave me when I helped him move.  (It is a leather weekend, after all.)  I stowed my bag with the good looking, and nearly naked, coat check guy.

I heard my name called.  It’s Ray Dalton.  I was surprised to see him as I knew the Chicago Fornication Party was franchised out for someone else to run.  But here he was.  He gave me a bear hug and we chatted.  He also introduced me to Luke Morrison, who performed at the first Chicago party, and now is in charge of the event here.

The porn guys gathered for pictures.  I watched for a moment, but the call to get into the play space—hidden behind a plastic curtain hung from the rafters—was too strong.   I went in…

 

There are slings everywhere.  Fuck tables.  Fuck benches.  All arranged into three big spaces with more hanging plastic.  I head to the back corner where there is a sling, some regular benches and a fuck table.  And Keshawn. 

There are also men having sex.  I am not usual ice breaker today.  I nod to Keshawn.  He grins.

“Let’s use the sling.”

He jumps in.  I go to my knees and eat his hot ebony ass for a long time.  He moans and the poppers open.  He huffs them as my tongue fucks his hole.  He has had a lot of action over this weekend—his ass lips are puffy before we begin.  I lick them and they grow bigger yet.

I stand up and slide in.  The sling is low for me, but I don’t care.  I’m in a hot butt.  Men ring the sling to watch us.  I fuck him, slow and deep. 

“Give him that big cock…” says a voice behind me.

I speed up, slamming my hips against his upturned ass.  I slow down.  I pull out and slap my wet cock on his colorful jock.  I go to my knees and I eat his hole once more.  When I’ve had my fill, I help him out of the sling.  Keshawn hugs me and he moves through the crowd out of our corner.  I stay by the sling.  A man around my age asks if he can suck my cock.  He knows exactly where it’s been.  He goes to his knees and cleans off Keshawn’s ass jizz.  Others wait their turn.  The moment the first guy stands up, another older man takes his place.  His mouth is just as good.  In all, I go through five men—all good cocksuckers and all around my age—each giving me an oral thank you for the fuck I just threw Keshawn.

There is a man in his 30’s, white and slim, on the fuck table back here.  He lies on his back, holding his legs so his thighs are pressed against his chest.  A Black man in his 40’s is eating his hole.  Soon he stands up and slides his cock into the bottom.  I watch and wait, stroking myself a little.  The guy gives him a hard fucking.  He pulls out.

“Your turn,” he grins, as he clambers up on the big table, in order for the young man to lick his dick clean.  I move around and kneel.  This young man is very wet.  I bury my tongue in him.  I love that he moans around the thick cock in his mouth as I do it.  I stay down there a long time, making him even wetter.  Finally, I stand up and sink into him.  The Black top watches me fuck.  He slaps his dick on the young man’s cheek as I plow into the younger man.

When I pull out, I move to have him clean my cock.  Black Top is ready for round two in the now wetter ass.  He fucks him and the hot young man cleans me. 

“Fuck him again…” says Black Top as he pulls out.  We happily rotate once more…

*

There is another young man, sitting on a bench in this back corner, who looks familiar.  He is making out with a Latin guy.  I am drinking water and letting my breath return to normal after my round robin of fucking at the table.  The dark-haired guy, once he’s alone, turns to me.

“So how have you been?”

He reminds me he is a guy I met and fucked at my very first Fornication Weekend down in Georgia.  We chat about that for a moment.  Then he has me sit where he was sitting.  He sucks my cock, leaving thick trails of spit behind.  Then he proceeds to sit on me. 

He gasps.  “You didn’t get any smaller!”

But he takes me.  To the root.  I let him be in charge.  He bounces on my cock.  He keeps it up until his legs can’t take it anymore.  I stand up and he gives me another round of head before he disappears.  I never see him again during the next three hours…

I move out of the corner.  I find a hot man, white but very tan, waiting in a sling that is hung higher.  I eat his hole and fuck him.

I fuck a Latin guy bent over a fuck bench.

In yet another sling, I fuck a very overweight white guy, who hasn’t got much action.  His hole devours my dick…

*

Keshawn finds me.  He leads me to a table where he can just bend.  I kneel and lick his wet hole.  He’s been busy.  I stand up and fuck him.  The moment I pull out, another guy wants to go in.  I leave them to it…

I go back to the thin young man on the table.  He is still there—and getting fucked.  He happy to see me back.  The man pulls out and goes to stand near the sling.  I kneel and eat the freshly fucked ass of the young man.  He is wet—but still with his own juices and random saliva and precum.  I stand up and fuck him hard.  He moans.  “You will have to breed me later…”

I smile.  No promises there.

I pull out.  “Will you do something for me?”

He nods.  Excited.

“Sit on my face.”

He sits up, all smiles.  The table is long enough for tall, old me to lie down on it.  The young man stands, straddling my chest.  I tell him to ride my tongue for awhile and then ride my dick, before he sits back on my face.  He nods.  And sits.  Fuck—his hole is right on my mouth.  I tongue fuck him, deep and hard.  He groans.  Another mouth is on my cock.  I have no clue who it is and don’t care.  I keep licking up all the ass juices this young man is making.

The mouth leaves my cock.  The young man rises, turns and sits on my dick.  I am pleased to see we have an audience of men beating their cocks.  He rides me expertly for a few minutes, before standing back up and sitting on my face.  His ass is wet and sloppy.  My tongue darts into him.  I feel a new mouth of my cock, slurping up the juices there.  The kid grinds down on me, cutting off my air supply…

*

I am sitting, drinking from my water bottle when Keshawn finds me again.  We go to the sling that is more comfortable for my long legs.  I fuck him hard and fast.

We go off in separate ways.

I see a tall top, fucking a hot man bent over the back of a couch.  The top is young and white, with a long thin cock.  We have been in a number of the same asses tonight.  I go over to see who he’s in now.  The bottom is thin and hot; his arms are covered in tats.  I patiently wait my turn to go next.  The tall top is fucking him hard.  He slaps the guy’s ass and pulls out.  I move in.  The guy makes to stand up and my hand on his back, makes him stay right in place.

I go to my knees and eat his well fucked ass.  Fuck, this guy is wetter than the young man on the table.  I lick and spit and make him wetter yet.  I rear up and slide in.  The guy begins to pant. His arm goes out to his side, using the sofa for more balance.  There is a lit bicep band on it.  I look more closely and realize I am fucking Matt Coven.  And I thought he’d be topping all evening...

He pushes back on me, eager to take every last inch.  It’s my turn to groan.  But it makes me fuck him harder…which is just what Matt wants…

(Lots more to cum…in part two)

IML Fornication Party Teaser

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IML 2025: Three in a Bed (and Sling)

 Chicago—May, 2025

 

The morning after the piss party, I was actually able to sleep in.  I had a lazy breakfast at my motel.  I made a few notes about the party, packed my bag and set out for north Chicago.  I was headed back to see Seth and Miles.

They had been part of my IML trip last year.  We had tried to meet at different points during the year in between IMLs, but scheduling three busy men had proved difficult.  But we had made it work for today.  I found the apartment easily—and Seth and I carried in the rimseat and sling as Miles cleaned up in the shower.

The two of them have moved from fuck buddies to living together.  Seth’s apartment was now his office.  He’d moved the double bed into what had been the living room.  There was still room for the sling alongside it.

Fresh from the shower, Miles and I, both naked but for jocks (and socks, in my case) idly fondled each other on the bed as Seth took a turn in the shower. We watched porn, our cocks swelling.  In moments, Seth was by our side…

 

Miles moves from stroking my cock to taking me deep into his throat.  I love seeing his handsome face contorted with the effort.  Seth moves around and does the same to Miles.  It is easy for me to bend and suck Seth, completing the circle of fellatio.   The sound of cock slurping fills the room, hotter than anything happening on the television.  Seth moves to my cock.  Miles sucks Seth.  I lick Miles’ dick for a moment, but I can’t keep my tongue out of his ass.  When I finally come up for air, Seth is right there to take over, making that hot ass even wetter.

“I need to get fucked…” murmurs Miles.  “Sling?”

He hops in.  Seth, ever the gentleman, tells me to go first.  I kneel and begin eating out that perfect ass in earnest.  Seth sticks his long dick into Miles’ mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure.  He is getting wetter and wetter as my tongue investigates his hole.  I love the taste of him and spend a long time on my knees.

I stand up, my cock throbbing.  I push into him, inch by inch.  Seth’s eyes are glued to my disappearing cock.  I pause, my entire shaft buried inside him.  He moans around the dick in his mouth.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and easy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” says Seth. 

I pick up speed.  Miles takes the hard fucking, loving every stroke.

I pull out.  I want Seth to take a turn.  “Fuck him,” I say.  “But first, taste his ass on my cock.”

Seth bends and moans as he cleans me.  He moves to fuck Miles and I go into the younger man’s mouth.

Seth fucks.  I’m sucked. 

We trade.  I clean Seth’s cock before a long rim session and another fuck.  We switch again.  This time Miles is cleaning the cocks that come out of his ass.  This seems to make his jock pouch get very wet.

I go back to rimming Miles’ very wet hole.  I gesture for Seth to join me.  Side by side we take turns sticking our tongues into Miles as deep as possible.  I finally stand up and give him a blistering fuck.  Only when I stop do I see that Seth is under the rimseat, waiting.

I pull out and Miles jumps out of the sling.  He knows where he needs to be.  He sits down, blacking out Seth’s vision.  I can only imagine how wet Miles must be after the hard fucking I just gave him.  I keep busy sucking Seth’s rock-hard cock.  Miles is moaning and egging Seth on to go still deeper into his hole.  Seth’s cock is leaking precum like crazy, he is so turned on.

I tell Miles he should ride Seth to juice up his hole again.  He does.  Hard and fast.  He sits back on the seat.  This time I stick my cock in his mouth as he sits there, getting his ass reamed by Seth’s ever working tongue.  Seth is grunting.  I’m sighing.  Miles moans around my dick.

We pause.  We all get some water.  We want fresh palettes.

Seth gets under again, instructing me to sit on the seat.  Miles sucks Seth for a moment, then lolls on the bed watching his boyfriend eat my ass.  His tongue is incredible.  He works my tight pucker open.  His moaning as he does it, makes my cock get even juicier.

I can’t stay as long on the seat as I’d like.  My knees, from sitting on the low seat, are screaming at me.  I stand.

“If I can’t eat your ass, you better fuck me.”  Seth stands up and gets in the sling.  It is my turn to eat his ass.  Miles sits up on the bed.  Jerking himself.  As I stand and slide into Seth, Miles gets up and gives his cock for Seth to suck.  Last year was the first time I saw Miles top.  He’s ready to do it again.  I pull out and bring my wet dick to Seth’s mouth as Miles moves around and sticks his dripping cock into Seth.

“Fuck him!”

I love watching this bottom become versatile for the man he loves.  He fucks him hard.  Seth is groaning around my cock.  I pull out and slap my wet shaft on his face.  The groans become louder.

“Fuck him, or I’ll cum,” says Miles.

We switch.  Seth cleans Miles’ cock as I go to my knees and taste Miles’ precum inside Seth.  I stand up, using the slickness to fuck Seth’s gaping hole.  I fuck hard, rocking the sling frame.  Over and over.

Miles wants back inside him.  We shift around.  In moments, Miles is breeding him.  It’s a silent orgasm, but the look on his face is unmistakable.  He pulls out.  Surprised he got off.  He stumbles to the bed and sits.  I go to taste his load.  I lick up what’s escaping, but Seth stops me from eating more by saying he wants to rim me again. 

I choose the sling.  Seth has a little eight-inch step stool that is the perfect height for him to sit and work on my hole.  I close my eyes.  Miles is content watching his partner rim me.  I begin to bliss out—so much more comfortable in the sling.  Seth is a born rimmer.  He loves it every bit as much as I do.  His tongue is great.  I drift away and just let the warmth of his mouth take me out of the room.

He brings me back to reality.  “You are so open.  I really want to fuck you…”  He’s joking.  Sort of…

We flip.  I now really felch out the load Miles left behind.  We both thought the pause would bring Miles back into the game, but he doesn’t think he can take more dick.  “But I’ll help get you two off.” 

I fuck, loving the smoothness of Miles’ cum as lube.  I build to a fast fuck.

“Breed him!” whispers Miles.

Seth beats his cock, trying for a mutual orgasm.  I’m there first.  I stand still and empty my balls into him.  I shake—and hold onto the sling frame.  Miles takes over beating Seth’s dick.  Then Seth takes it back.  He is so close.  He really wants to shoot with my dick still in him, but can’t quite get there.

I finally have to pull out.  I substitute my tongue.  I feast on the mixed loads in his ass.  Telling him how hot it tastes, hoping words will help.  But no.  He finally calls a stop.

The guys go to Miles’ apartment, leaving me to sleep here.  I fall asleep hoping that Seth will get his load shot when it is just the two of them at home…

 

Here are links to posts and pictures of the three of us from last year.

The IML Glorious Threeway Just Keeps on Giving

IML: the Glorious Threeway

IML 2025 Piss Party: The Cum Sloppy Conclusion

 Chicago—May, 2025

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

I stand up.  I need to fuck.  I push my cock into the sub.

“Fuck, yes!” crows Daddy.  “Fill him up with dick.”  Ripped Jeans goes to his knees.  He is mouthing the boy’s cock cage.  He is rewarded with piss.  The piss that I am fucking out of the sub.  I fuck and fuck.  I pull out.  Daddy let’s go of his boy and dives for my cock.  He cleans me up.  He spits the juices into his boy’s mouth.  Both swallow.  Ravenously.

I start to move away.   Daddy grabs me.  “You aren’t going anywhere…”

For the next 15 minutes or so, our four mouths are everywhere on each other.  I rim his boy again.  He kisses me to taste the sub’s ass juices and my precum.  Those same juices are snow balled to the sub.  I have piss for Ripped Jeans and the sub—and the hot daddy who licks up all the overflow as I feed the two.  Then Daddy stands up and pisses all over the faces of the two men on their knees.  I follow his lead and clean them up with my tongue. 

Ripped Jeans and the sub have a make out moment.  We let them have it.  I begin working Daddy’s huge nipples.  “Harder,” he keeps telling me, no matter how hard I squeeze.  Finally, I chew on them and he is satisfied.

I am now thoroughly hydrated.  I can piss every 15 minutes or so.  “Get ready, boys!” I tell the two on their knees.  They crane forward, baby birds waiting to be fed.  Daddy has piss, too.  We let fly.  We feed both of them.  Sloppily.  Crossing streams as we let it play on both their faces and open mouths.  When we run dry, the two receivers kiss and share.  They begin licking each other to clean up.  Daddy goes to his knees.  He has a long moment of sucking my cock before he joins the two in lapping up the remains of our combined piss…

*

I find the Palm Springs Couple in the corner.  The top is fucking a hairy bear while the bottom is pissing on them.  I let him finish up his piss before I bend him over and give him my dick in his ass.  He loves it.  His partner loves me using him.  It makes him fuck his own man harder.  We pull out of the two men’s asses at the same time.  Both guys swivel and clean us up.  I even have a little piss that is gleefully gurgled down as he licks me clean…

I go find Tall Guy with Tats.  I have more piss and want to share it.  “I want to piss up your ass.”

“Where?”

We decide on the sling.  He gets in it and I kneel to eat his ass once more.  I am not positive, but I think he’s had someone else fuck him since I was here.  He tastes even better.  TGWT moans—and poppers up.  I encourage a bystander to piss on us, but it doesn’t happen.  It’s the one thing I haven’t had today—a deluge of piss cascading down an ass crack as I’m rimming.  Instead, I stand up and splash one quick spurt on his slightly gaping pucker.  I lick it up and push a few drops into his hole.

I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him hard.  He asks me to slow down for a moment so he can popper up again.  I do.  The moment the cap is back on the bottle, I build to a blistering fuck.  Now we get a guy pissing on TGWT’s chest.  It slops down and covers my cock as I fuck.  I keep up the hard strokes until our piss donor runs dry.  Then I slow, finally to a full stop, still deep inside him.

“You still want my piss in your hole?”

“Fuck, yes!”

I begin to piss.  At first, I don’t think I have much in my bladder.  But it just keeps on pouring into his guts.  I can feel his ass temperature rise.  He is now being flooded. 

“So heavy…” he murmurs through his popper haze.

It must be, as I can’t seem to stop the flow.  I give him every drop.  When there is no more, I begin a slow fuck.  Churning the huge amount of piss deep in his guts.  Surprisingly, we lose very little on the back stroke.  I build and fuck him harder.  I abruptly pull out.  A tiny trickle emerges from his ass.  I go to my haunches and lick it up.  I hold there in case he wants to push it all out into my mouth.  He doesn’t.  I fuck him a little more before helping him up.  He loves the feel of all my piss inside him. 

“There’s a guy who wants to fuck me once this happened…” He goes off to find him.

I let a number of men suck my dick while I hydrate again.  I get lost in the crowd for a bit. 

I make my way back to the sling.  The big nipped Daddy has put his boy in it.  I love the look of this handsome, 40-ish, man lying there, is cock imprisoned in a small, tight cage.  Daddy is kneeling, rimming his boy.  He sees me and gestures for me to join him.  I kneel and we take turns licking out his sub’s used hole.

“Fuck him for me.”

I stand up and fuck.  Not too long, just to get the bottom’s juices flowing.  I pull out and have Daddy clean my cock—and then his hole.  I repeat the fuck and let him clean up, but this time I kneel again for him to snowball it all to me.

Now he stands up.  He fucks.  He gives me his cock to clean. I lick him, hungrily.  He kneels and we kiss, then take turns again in licking the fucked ass in front of us.

“May I breed him?” I ask.  It’s not quite a whisper, I want the boy to hear me, too.

“Fuck, yes!”  Daddy hugs me, then pushes my face into his boy’s ass crack.

It’s getting late and this will be perfect.  I stand up.  I have one blast of piss to cover his hole before I push into him.  Daddy is still on his knees, watching how I use his boy for our pleasure.  I step slightly to the side so he can tongue up my piss before I fuck.  He slobbers briefly over his sub’s puffy hole.  Then he grabs my dick and guides me into him.

“Ohhhhhh, Daddy….” the sub moans.

I am all the way in and he feels terrific.   I fuck him a few strokes.  I pull out for his Daddy to clean my cock.  I fuck him some more.  And more.  I am getting close.

“Breed him!”  Daddy commands.

And I do.  But it’s more a firing off of semen than a complete orgasm.  I pull out.  My cum begins to ooze.  Daddy is right there to lick it up.  I join him on my knees.  We take turns felching and sharing juices with the other.  The sub can’t stop moaning.

My cock tells me I can shoot again.  I pull out of our sloppy kiss.  “I can shoot some more…”

I stand up and slide into the sub.  I fuck. Ever harder.  This time every nerve is on edge.  I empty my balls into him.  I pull out.  I push Daddy’s head into his boy’s dripping hole.  He laps up more of my load.  I kneel.  We have a sloppy kiss and continue felching, lost in the cum dripping out of his hot hole…